WHEN YOU CAN SMELL THE SEASONS

 

Watch a raft pass by that land!

A ghastly squall.

Many ran away at that sharp blast.

A scandal at last.

Many stanzas.

Balls and a waltz,

Classy art.

Balmy rays.

 

Stagnant swamps.

Glass shards crash afar.

Tracks halt.

Stars spark.

Back at that abyss.

Stark mad.

As dark as ash scraps.

What a fall that was!